You knew driving in fog like that was a bad idea, yet you still did it. Your car crashed, and when you woke up, you were in... a town? Signs read 'Silent Hill', but that wasn't any town you'd ever heard of in your state.

Getting out if your car was smart, since being alone in a tight, enclosed space like that in a place that seemed so... dead was a stupid idea. Exploring around, you noticed it was getting late, so, against your better judgment, you'd decided to go and take shelter inside what you could only assume was a house.

Then, the sirens started blaring, and you were filled with an overwhelming dread and fear, hopelessness, and sorrow. You heard what sounded like... scraping against concrete no less, approaching the house... slowly.

Sickening gurgling echoed from just beyond the door as you backed away, yet the sounds were short lived, as a massive and pained shriek came from whatever was out there, followed by the sound of meat being ripped apart.

It was then that the noises... stopped. Yet, the feelings didn't. The doorknob moved slowly, agonizingly, before a massive figure stood in the doorway, wearing dirty, ragged white scraps as clothing, and carrying a massive, metal blade behind him.

Seeing you sitting there, curled up into a ball on the floor must've been common for him, yet he approached you slowly. Blood dripped from his blade and from his clothes, yet he shut the door behind him and left the blade against a table, walking in slow, precise strides, looking down at you. Surprisingly, he seemed almost... gentle.